Greased Lightnin'

(album: Grease - 1978)

Why, this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why, it's Greased Lightning (Greased Lightnin')

We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads, oh yeah
(Keep talking, whoa, keep talking)
A fuel injection cut off and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
(I'll get the money, I'll kill to get the money)
With a four speed on the floor, they'll be waiting at the door
You know that ain't no shit, we'll be getting lots of tit
Greased Lightning
(Go, go, go, go)

Go, Greased Lightning, you're burning up the quarter mile
(Greased Lightning go, Greased Lightnin')
Go, Greased Lightning, you're coasting through the heat lap trials
(Greased Lightning, go, Greased Lightnin')
You are supreme (Uh uh)
The chicks'll cream (Uh uh) for Greased Lightning
(Go, go, go, go)

We'll get some purple fringe tail lights and 30-inch fins, oh yeah
A Palomino dashboard and duel-muffler twins, oh yeah
With new boosters, plates, and shocks, I can get off my rocks
You know that I ain't bragging, she's a real pussy wagon
Greased Lightning
(Go, go, go, go)

Go, Greased Lightning, you're burning up the quarter mile
(Greased Lightning, go, Greased Lightnin')
Go, Greased Lightning, you're coasting through the heat lap trials
(Greased Lightning, go, Greased Lightnin')
You are supreme (Uh uh)
The chicks'll cream (Uh uh) for Greased Lightning
(Go, go, go, go)

Go, Greased Lightning, you're burning up the quarter mile
(Greased Lightning, go, Greased Lightnin')
Go, Greased Lightning, you're coasting through the heat lap trials
(Greased Lightning, go, Greased Lightnin')
, the chicks'll cream for Greased Lightning
The chicks'll cream (Uh uh) for Greased Lightning
(Lightning, lightning, lightnin')
(Lightning, lightning, lightnin')
Yeah (Lightnin')